Another day in fashionable Brighton...

Crikey - I've spent more time there in the last week than when I lived there.

I was due to meet with an old school friend for one of our occasional catch-ups, she was stuck in traffic so was a bit late - and because I'd been given an unexpected lift by a supplier - I had a couple of hours to wander around. I quite enjoyed - I can't remember when I was relaxed enough in Brighton to actually take my time and look around.

The train journey there was pleasant enough, a bloke to my left was showing off to some girls and I overheard him say  

"I do wear sunglasses, but only in Thailand - once you've felt the sun there - nothing else comes up to scratch"

The bloke opposite me looked like a serial killer, he was huge and sinister looking with the cold dead eyes of a snake - he had huge hands and struggled to eat a tiny packaged salad with a mini fork. The journey back was just as comfortable - but there were a group of women near me - all middle aged and overdressed "not born to purple but doing a good impression" who kept talking rubbish - in the end I had to put my headphones on really loud, sample snippets include -

"..Zara Phillips has really dumbed down, it's such a shame"
"...all the girls now are wearing Lady Di's shoes"
"...as a champagne bar goes, it's not bad - but hardly a benchmark"
"...the lack of modern manners in administration is a road to nowhere"
"...Princess Anne is a marvel - she gives so much back - and as a Jewess, I'm particular about that"

and my favourite

"...you can't call that a mint, not even if you stretch the term to breaking point - I'd go far as a Fox's but anything further is on thin ice "

( actually - I think the last one was meant to be a joke but nobody laughed - and yes, I do write these down - the first thing I do on a train journey is get out a pen and notebook ).